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I don't remember much of this dream anymore, but I do remember that somewhere along the line, a doctor started putting these long, super-thin IV needles into the backs of my hands. She (I think it was a she, anyways) started more on the knuckle side of my hands and made the IVs go straight towards my wrists, right under the skin. She did several in a row right next to each other on both my hands. This process was not at all comfortable, although after a while I started to not feel them. I believe it was because I was getting some kind of painkiller from the IVs that were already in.

This is the point where things start making even less sense. I don't remember the specifics of what I was doing in the dream after that, aside from it seems I was going places and doing things. When I would move my hands, the IVs would hurt like heck because I was disturbing them. Sometimes it would just be from movement itself, and other times because I was sort of pulling against the limits of the thing tubes attached to the IVs.

I'm not sure if this was going on because I was actually supposed to be lying on a hospital bed somewhere and just imagining going around doing stuff, or if it was some kind of virtual simulation in my head, or what. The thing I remember most is the pain, and it was exactly the sort of pain one would expect in that situation. (In real life I've experienced having IVs in my arms and one or two in the back of my hand but never more than one at the same time.)

I don't remember anything else, but the memory of the pain stayed with me after waking and really made me wonder what was going on in that dream.

I'm not exactly sure how this one started, but there was a problem inside the ground floor of a building in an area that was something like a college campus or possibly a government or business plaza with the same sort of feel to it. I remember as the plot moved along elsewhere (the plot that I can't remember now, guh), I saw the Tardis appear somewhere out of the way, like a cut-to shot in a TV show.

The problem was in a specific room in this building, and outside of the room was a hallway and small lobby with the main doors to the outside. The Doctor (10th, as in Hot Scottish Doctor) and Rose went into the room to try and fix it while I stayed out in the lobby. Whatever they were trying to do to fix it apparently made things much worse, and suddenly they came running out of the room. A few moments later a large black sphere that was growing from the central point of the "problem" began to show through the walls of the room.

It was some kind of black hole, except without the gravitational pull and anything that it touched simply ceased to exist wherever it fell into that space. And since the thing was growing steadily larger, that was going to be an issue especially as it seemed this growth wouldn't stop possibly ever. At this point, dream logic started substituting the wrong people in for the Doctor but we'll just keep calling him that and move on.

Dream logic also shortly failed by putting the singularity out in the lobby as if it had always been there, and it was now about a foot shorter than an average person, and floating just above the floor. Due to the fact that running away was just delaying the inevitable (which didn't stop most people who knew about it), I stood on the far side of the thing from the Doctor as we tried to puzzle out some way to stop it. He finally said something to the effect of, "Oh, whatever," and smacked it with his hand.

This worked. His hand didn't disappear forever into it, instead deflating the part he hit as if it were a big balloon whose surface gave to pressure, like rising dough. So we both set about smacking the thing to diminish its size, and this continued to work until it was so small it fit in a ziplock sandwich bag (which, yes, somehow decided to materialize in the dream). It was breaking up into tiny bits at this point, and it looked like teeny grains of black, round sand.

I was the only one doing anything to it right now, as shaking the bag continued to shrink the stuff. But I decided to stop for a moment and we watched it to see if it would stay like that. The tiny spheres started growing again and I felt one bite into the skin of my finger where it was under the bag. Well so much for that, I went back to jiggling the things into nonexistence. And thus they were gone, to jubilations from the froofy-haired Doctor.